Morn at Nazareth by Joaquin Miller

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jun 28, 1910

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 37, No. 25.

Morn at Nazareth

By Joaquin Miller

I THINK I see Him now at morn, Before the sudden burst of day, Above the silver fields of corn, Where He has gone apart to pray; I think I see Him looking thoughtful down, Beyond the corn, beyond the waking town,

Beyond the silvered mists that rise, From all night toiling in the corn; The mists have duties up the skies; The skies have duties up the morn; Whilst all the world is wondrous fair, To make the fair world still more wondrous fair,

More lordly fair, the stately morn Moves down her walks of golden wheat; Her guards of honor gild the corn In golden pathway for God's feet; Her purple hills she crowns with crowns of gold, And majesty before the Lord is rolled.

— The California Weekly.